- Dancing around the house to my favourite music, in my pretty underwear that nobody ever gets to see… Because nobody’s around to judge how incredibly out of shape I am at the moment.

- Remembering that my dog is a lot smarter than he looks, with his beaty almost human eyes… Then putting on one of dad’s work shirts, a pair of my socks and sunnies. Holding the t.v. remote like a microphone… And then continue to dance around like a cool kid.

- THEN, realising it would be so much fun to just slide around the whole house on the floorboards in my socks attempting to be as cool as Tom Cruise.

- After working up an apetite, I made the most amazing sandwhich combination in the world; Ham, Jarlsberg cheese, pickled onions and plain thin chips. NOMNOMNOMNOM.

- Still listening to music and ‘Call Me Maybe’ comes on. So yes.. I sing it in as many retarded and out of tune voices as I possibly can… Yet get every single word right ;).

- Because of the different funny tones and voices I realised I could actually do… I decided to watch ‘The Only Way is Essex’ and copied their accents throughout the whole show to the point where I think I sounded EXACTLY like Chloe.

And then, just when I thought my day couldn’t get any better…

- I found a birthday present that I never got a chance to open and it was filled with all this stuff from the body shop! So I am currently here gloating about my awesomely brilliant chilled day, wearing the yummiest smelling mud mask, some mango body butter and some watermelon lip gloss.

A successful day? ….I think so!

RUN OUT OF THE FRONT DOOR, NOT UP THE STAAAAAAIRS! /Face palm.

It’s funny how a season or something so little can change your perception of relationships. Up until a couple of weeks ago, I was definitely that single friend who legitimately thought relationships were a big bag of pointless rubbish that I didn’t even have time to think about. But now and the last few weeks, I’ve definitely done a 360 and mind fucked the shit out of myself. Yes… That’s right… I think it’s come to that time where I actually want a boyfriend… DUN, DUN, DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.

I want that boyfriend who’s pretty much not only my lovahhhhhhhhhh, but my best friend too. That boyfriend who I WANT to spend all the time in the world with. That boyfriend who I can wake up to on a Sunday morning and just chill in bed with and watch movies with. Without sounding like a twat… I want that boyfriend who I can just cuddle the crap out of all the time. I want that boyfriend who I can go out on a Saturday night with and still have fun! I want that boyfriend who I can be sneaky and cheeky with… AAAAAARRRGGHHHH, I WANT THAT BOYFRIENDDDDDDDDDD!

…..Please? :)

Get a fucking clue and stop striving to be someone else. FUCCKK.